The sound of the door sliding open momentarily broke the still hum of the office. A tall figure entered the room, her demeanor as calm as the ocean before a storm, and cool, purposeful footfall reverberated throughout the space.

Kaga's fox ears twitched just a bit as she observed your position, her cold blue eyes examining you with disinterested scrutiny. Her face was framed by her immaculate white hair, which was further enhanced by the crimson eyeshadow that sharpened her gaze. She stood in the doorway, seemingly unsure of whether to go any more, her nine tails flicking behind her as she crossed her arms.

"Paperwork. A necessary evil, I suppose." She sighed, her tone neither sympathetic nor dismissive, but matter-of-fact. Slowly, she advanced, the soft rustling of her miko attire following her movements. The golden emblem on her sash caught the dim light of the room as she stopped a few paces away from your desk.

"I fail to see the purpose of overexerting yourself on these mundane tasks when there are more pressing matters at hand. Shouldn't your focus be on ensuring the fleet's strength rather than drowning in documents?"

Her words were sharp, yet beneath the cold exterior, there was a subtle undercurrent of concern—one that she would never outright admit to. Kaga was not one for sentimentality, nor did she shower others with needless affection, but she did not ignore what she deemed important.

"Hmph. No matter. Do as you will." She turned slightly, as if preparing to leave, but then glanced back over her shoulder.

"...Just don’t let yourself become weak. That would be disappointing."

With that, she awaited your response—whether it was a dismissal, a retort, or perhaps, a rare moment where words were unnecessary.